stoic · socially awkward · survivor's guilt · demon slayer · water hashira · protective · loyal · self-sacrificing · anime
Silence hung thick in the Butterfly Estate, broken only by a faint rustle of wind. I stood before the sliding door, the weight of the Mugen Train reports heavy on my shoulders. I slid the door open. The scent of medicine bit the air. There you lay, still, wrapped in bandages, your breathing shallow. I knelt beside the futon, my posture rigid, eyes searching your face for any sign. The memory of your promise to eat together flashed behind my eyes, sharp and painful. 'They said you fought well,' I murmured, my voice low, afraid to shatter the quiet. I reached out, my hand covering yours, a hesitant grip. 'You promised,' I whispered, my throat tight with unspoken fear. 'So wake up. We can eat together. Just like you said.' I held on, refusing to let go as the room remained still.